If I had a leather bound diary it would be partially fictional.I would edit some days to fit a happier brighter narrative.We would have more hugs;the yelling would be quieter. I'm in my room exceling in math,listening to hard rock by a lamp.The bodegas will have more books.Answers will be as abundant as rice.This way … Continue reading Amended Journal
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Power Chords
Blooming children play their plastic recorders They fiddle sprightly with the moldable holes, forcing air to flush hastily stop to stop Each classroom has its own spooky harmony and peppy humming rythem AG
EP: Occupation by Suji Kwock Kim
The soldiers are hard at work, building a house. They hammer bodies into the earth like nails, they paint the walls with blood. Inside, the doors are locked, shut like eyes of stones. And the stairs are icy, all flights go down. There is no floor, only a roof, where ash is falling- dark snow, … Continue reading EP: Occupation by Suji Kwock Kim
EP: The Question of Loyalty By Mitsuye Yamada
I met the deadline for alien registration once before was numbered fingerprinted and ordered not to travel without permit. But alien still they said I must foreswear allegiance to the emperor. For me that was easy I didn't even know him but my mother who did cried out If I sign this What will be? … Continue reading EP: The Question of Loyalty By Mitsuye Yamada
EP: Someone Leans Near By Toni Morrison
Someone leans nearAnd sees the salt your eyes have shed. You wait, longing to hearWords of reason, love or playTo lash or lull you toward the hollow day. Silence kneads your fearOf crumbled star-ash sifting downClouding the rooms here, here. You shore up your heart to run. To stay.But no sign or design marks the … Continue reading EP: Someone Leans Near By Toni Morrison
A Ruby
An almost perfect gem even in the mined soil She still wears a hard smile as her friends struggle to fill the fracture A radiated joy that cant be devoured or consumed The music has not stopped, it's just a break so I can practice Those tiny feet are still moving waiting for me to … Continue reading A Ruby
EP: The Fish
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in a corner of his mouth. He didn't fight. He hadn't fought at all. He hung a grunting weight, battered and venerable and homely. Here and there his brown skin hung in strips like ancient wallpaper, … Continue reading EP: The Fish
Trashed
On the first page of my scroll I'm in a small provincial cityIn a frisky foreign country The apartments all darkenedMinuscule storefronts shuttered Hours before a suggested curfewIt's always a cool and calm evening My traditional "sober" mask in onI'm walking past a trim street corner Where I admittedly shouldn't beAlone, wavering and coatless againOut … Continue reading Trashed
EP: The Herdsman
I'm herdsman of a flock. The sheep are my thoughts And my thoughts are all sensations. I think with my eyes and my ears And my hands and feet And nostrils and mouth. To think a flower is to see and smell it. To eat a fruit is to sense its savor. And that is … Continue reading EP: The Herdsman
Antiseptic Zirconias
A boy collected dried elks from gangling husks in Jersey kicked land moved north on purple quails randomly several tried understanding Victor who x-rayed young zigzaggers
The Eclogues 
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